Nothing could beat a good sunbathe, Daisy thought. She’d been anticipating this beach holiday for ages, and now she was finally here, relaxing on the hotel’s private beach, doing absolutely nothing. It was glorious.

She realised, however, with a twinge of reluctance, that she had spent rather a long time in the sun, wearing nothing but a bikini and sunglasses. While she was a great believer in sunbathing, she didn’t much care for suntanning, and her fair skin didn’t really allow it anyway - she was more of a burner. She would probably need to reapply sunscreen soon… and she should probably get lunch, for that matter.

She was slowly mustering up the energy to move, when she felt a shadow fall over her, and a male voice spoke up.

“Good morning - afternoon, rather - ma’am. I don’t mean to intrude, but I’ve noticed that you’ve been lying here for quite some time. Are you interested in our complimentary sunscreening?”

She turned to see a young man, slightly older than her, dressed in the resort’s blue polo shirt. He had shoulder-length black hair, and was holding a tube of sunscreen in one hand. His nametag identified him as “Joe”.

Daisy smiled up at him. “That would be lovely; thank you. Although - by “sunscreening”, do you just mean you provide the sunscreen, or apply it as well?”

“Whichever suits you better, ma’am. I’ll keep it strictly professional, of course…”

“Y’know, I’ve been looking for an excuse not to move, so you applying it sounds lovely. Lunch can wait, I think - do you have the time?”

Joe checked his watch. “It’s a bit before 1.”

“Great, I’ve got all the time in the world, then. Do I just lie here, or is there something else you’d like me to do?”

“You can stay right where you are for now, ma’am - I’ll take care of everything. You’ll have to roll over if you want sunscreen on your front, though.”

“Naturally. Alright - you can begin whenever.”

Daisy laid her head back on her beach towel, allowing her eyes to close again. She felt Joe moving her long, blonde hair out of the way of her neck, and then his hands were lightly pressing into it, rubbing the sunscreen in. It was cool against her skin, and she relaxed further into it, sighing happily. Truly, this was the life. Joe’s hands moved down to her shoulders and across her back, rubbing slowly and firmly, taking his time to ensure he got all the sunscreen in. Not opening her eyes, Daisy spoke up.

“You didn’t say this would be a massage as well! It’s two for the price of one!” She giggled at her lame joke.

“Should I make it into more of a proper massage, then, ma’am?”

“Ooh, yes, please.”

Joe’s motions grew more intense, targeting all the slightly achy spots on Daisy’s back. She found herself growing happier by the second as he worked away, hands gliding down to near the ties of her top. As they moved around there, she felt a fumbling motion, and then the bikini coming undone.

“Oh! Um, I, don’t think I…” she got out.

“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll make sure to fix that for you before you turn over, but it might be easier if it remains undone for now, just so I can get all the skin without tugging at your top. Are you okay with that?”

It took her a second to parse his words, but she came to the conclusion that they made sense. “Uh, like, sure! Just… no peeking!” She giggled again. Gosh, she was in a good mood.

“Of course not, ma’am.”

He continued to apply the sunscreen, letting Daisy relax deeper and deeper. She purred happily as Joe’s hands moved further down, into the small of her back. It felt kinda… sexy? Like, was it just hot on the beach, or was she, like, getting turned on by this? Joe was a prof… proffeffess… proseffininal… he was good, he wouldn’t do anything weird… did she want him to do something weird? Like, she hoped he was seeing her body - she knew she was sexy, and she, like, wanted attention from hot guys like him.

Was that how she usually thought? Wouldn’t she, like, usually moan about being objectised… objected… obfecjitided… whatever? Did she normally, like, say “like” this much? Was she always this giggly? And then his hands moved to the tops of her legs, and wow it felt good. She leaned into it, hoping to press her butt into his hands a bit. Yeah. She, like, needed this. Joe noticed her movement.

“Do you want me to sunscreen your butt, ma’am? Because I’m happy to do so, but only with your permission.”

Daisy giggled again. “Yeah, like, go ahead. It… might get burned, or, like, something.”

“As you wish.” His hands clasped her bikini bottoms and pulled them down her legs, sliding them all the way off. She frowned slightly - couldn’t he have left it… but then he was rubbing her butt, and she practically moaned, it felt so good. She felt so good. She wanted to show herself off to him.

Joe proceeded down her legs, then moved to her arms, coating them in cream. He slipped her bikini straps off as he did so, and Daisy didn’t bother to complain. She was too happy, too relaxed, too horny to do anything but lie there and get rubbed.

He completed his work on her hands, then paused.

“It’s time to move on to your front, ma’am… would you like to get dressed again, or show yourself off?”

She didn’t have to think. “You can see my body, handsome,” she giggled. If she’d been looking, she would have thought the nod he gave seemed to be one of self-satisfaction, as though he’d been expecting this answer, but she was too relaxed and floaty to look, or to really think that much, for that matter.

“Very well. Do you want to turn over by yourself, then, or shall I help you?”

“Help, please?”

“Certainly.” She felt strong hands grasping her, then rolling her over smoothly, abandoning her bikini and allowing her to flop back down onto the towel, tits and pussy on full display. She could feel Joe’s stare on her.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much so. You’re beautiful.”

“I wanna, like, show off for you, handsome,” she replied.

“That’s right,” he said, caressing her jaw, trailing more sunscreen down it, leaving her all happy and tingly there. “You’re such a good beach bimbo, aren’t you? Good bimbos want to show off their bodies.”

She was… what? Part of her wanted to object, but Joe’s hand stopped moving as he awaited her reply. She needed his touch, needed the sunscreen, and so she nodded. “I’m, like, a good bimbo!” The words came easily, and she realised they felt right, especially as Joe nodded happily and continued to rub her, moving over her collarbone and grazing her tits.

“That’s right. Now you can just relax…”

Daisy’s mind kept getting fuzzier. Joe was massaging her tits, fingers digging into flesh… she blinked and he was stroking her tummy, calling her a happy, horny bimbo, and she was nodding along… another blink, and he was rubbing her pussy, sunscreen getting almost washed off by the slick… one more blink, and he was down at her feet, a tent in his pants, and she was so horny, and happy, and eager for him. He said something which she didn’t really catch, and she smiled and nodded. Her body knew what to do, rising up and following him, leaning against him for support, letting him kiss her and escort her back to the hotel, up the elevator, and into the penthouse. He’d said… the best sunbathing spot? Let her show off her body? Relax and stop thinking? Whatever it was, they all sounded good, and so she followed him, beaming up at him as he brought her to the balcony and moved her so she was braced against the railing, bent over. She could see people down below, unaware of her presence, standing naked above them… and then the sun hit her, and she relaxed into its warmth, becoming oblivious to her surroundings.

***

Joe smirked at his pet bimbo, shaved pussy presented to him, slick and ready for the taking. The drugged sunscreen had worked marvels, as it always did - the chicks he chose never knew what hit them, and as long as he took the antidote, he was fine. Not that it had been an unpleasant experience the one time he forgot, but it was far more satisfying to do it to someone else.

This one was a real beauty, too, with nice big tits and gorgeous pink lips, body practically begging to be used. He wasted no time in taking that invitation, pulling down his shorts, barely letting his erection feel the air before plunging it into her softness. The guest, whatever her name was, gasped as he did so, but otherwise offered no reaction as he started fucking her, instead just giggling softly. Just to be safe, he muttered an excuse about needing to give her insides some sun protection as well, which she lapped up, subconsciously bracing herself as she believed she was just relaxing on the beach. She seemed to have taken well enough to the drug, in fact, that he got rougher with her - groping her tits, now dangling off the balcony above the uncaring crowd, and pulling slightly at her hair. She made some vague, happy noises, which Joe took as a signal to keep going, driving further and further into her. His climax came upon him suddenly, and he gasped as he filled her with his semen. He had no clue if she came or not, and frankly didn’t care, instead pulling out and admiring the sight of his seed dripping down her thighs. He got dressed again, and returned to the penthouse - without further prompting, she’d just stay there for the rest of the day, ripe for the taking whenever he needed to get off.

After a few hours, during which Joe had fucked her a couple more times, he noticed the bimbo was swaying. He’d made sure to keep her hydrated - forcing a Plan B down her throat while he was at it; he didn’t need things getting out of hand - and so he realised he might have slightly overdone the dosage this time: too much exposure, especially taking further absorption through the skin into account, would cause a person to become too dumb to stand. He got to her just as she was about to flop over, sunglasses nearly falling from her face as he grabbed her around the chest to support her. He lowered her to her knees, a position she could still take up, and decided she looked too delectable like that not to use, grabbing her by the hair, forcing his cock between her already parted lips and down her throat as she looked up at him with glazed eyes. His cum trickled down her chin and onto her chest after he let her go.

“Well, Ms. Valued Guest, I believe it’s time for you to go,” he murmured. “Your patronage has been appreciated.”

He tried to pull her to her feet, but she was too brainless for that still, and so he instead resorted to picking her up, hoisting her over his shoulder as he retraced their steps. Her stuff was still there - hotel staff had ensured it would remain as such - and so he could dump her right onto her towel, letting her lie there limply as he put her bikini back on. One more feel-up for the road, and then he was gone. Her memory would be completely shot, so there was no reason to think she’d even remember his face, let alone the time they’d spent together.

***

Daisy realised with a start that it was getting dark. How long had she been lying here? Her stomach grumbled, and she realised she somehow hadn’t even had lunch, despite the strange, salty taste in her mouth. And why were her breasts and crotch sore? It was almost like she’d had sex… but that was ridiculous. Shrugging to herself, she hastily packed up her things and beelined for her room. Well, she’d come to the beach to relax, and clearly that had happened… right?